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At
length
peasants
from
a
village
which
happened
to
be
near
the
scene
of
the
accident
tackled
the
mess
;
and
since
a
spectacle
of
that
kind
is
to
the
Russian
muzhik
what
a
newspaper
or
a
club-meeting
is
to
the
German
,
the
vehicles
soon
became
the
centre
of
a
crowd
,
and
the
village
denuded
even
of
its
old
women
and
children
.
The
traces
were
disentangled
,
and
a
few
slaps
on
the
nose
forced
the
skewbald
to
draw
back
a
little
;
after
which
the
teams
were
straightened
out
and
separated
.
Nevertheless
,
either
sheer
obstinacy
or
vexation
at
being
parted
from
their
new
friends
caused
the
strange
team
absolutely
to
refuse
to
move
a
leg
.
Their
driver
laid
the
whip
about
them
,
but
still
they
stood
as
though
rooted
to
the
spot
.
At
length
the
participatory
efforts
of
the
peasants
rose
to
an
unprecedented
degree
of
enthusiasm
,
and
they
shouted
in
an
intermittent
chorus
the
advice
,
"
Do
you
,
Andrusha
,
take
the
head
of
the
trace
horse
on
the
right
,
while
Uncle
Mitai
mounts
the
shaft
horse
.
Get
up
,
Uncle
Mitai
.
"
Upon
that
the
lean
,
long
,
and
red-bearded
Uncle
Mitai
mounted
the
shaft
horse
;
in
which
position
he
looked
like
a
village
steeple
or
the
winder
which
is
used
to
raise
water
from
wells
.
The
coachman
whipped
up
his
steeds
afresh
,
but
nothing
came
of
it
,
and
Uncle
Mitai
had
proved
useless
.
"
Hold
on
,
hold
on
!
"
shouted
the
peasants
again
.
"
Do
you
,
Uncle
Mitai
,
mount
the
trace
horse
,
while
Uncle
Minai
mounts
the
shaft
horse
.
"
Whereupon
Uncle
Minai
--
a
peasant
with
a
pair
of
broad
shoulders
,
a
beard
as
black
as
charcoal
,
and
a
belly
like
the
huge
samovar
in
which
sbiten
is
brewed
for
all
attending
a
local
market
--
hastened
to
seat
himself
upon
the
shaft
horse
,
which
almost
sank
to
the
ground
beneath
his
weight
.
"
NOW
they
will
go
all
right
!
"
the
muzhiks
exclaimed
.
"
Lay
it
on
hot
,
lay
it
on
hot
!
Give
that
sorrel
horse
the
whip
,
and
make
him
squirm
like
a
koramora
22
.
"
Nevertheless
,
the
affair
in
no
way
progressed
;
wherefore
,
seeing
that
flogging
was
of
no
use
,
Uncles
Mitai
and
Minai
BOTH
mounted
the
sorrel
,
while
Andrusha
seated
himself
upon
the
trace
horse
.
Then
the
coachman
himself
lost
patience
,
and
sent
the
two
Uncles
about
their
business
--
and
not
before
it
was
time
,
seeing
that
the
horses
were
steaming
in
a
way
that
made
it
clear
that
,
unless
they
were
first
winded
,
they
would
never
reach
the
next
posthouse
.
So
they
were
given
a
moment
's
rest
.
That
done
,
they
moved
off
of
their
own
accord
!
Throughout
,
Chichikov
had
been
gazing
at
the
young
unknown
with
great
attention
,
and
had
even
made
one
or
two
attempts
to
enter
into
conversation
with
her
:
but
without
success
.
Indeed
,
when
the
ladies
departed
,
it
was
as
in
a
dream
that
he
saw
the
girl
's
comely
presence
,
the
delicate
features
of
her
face
,
and
the
slender
outline
of
her
form
vanish
from
his
sight
;
it
was
as
in
a
dream
that
once
more
he
saw
only
the
road
,
the
britchka
,
the
three
horses
,
Selifan
,
and
the
bare
,
empty
fields
.
Everywhere
in
life
--
yes
,
even
in
the
plainest
,
the
dingiest
ranks
of
society
,
as
much
as
in
those
which
are
uniformly
bright
and
presentable
--
a
man
may
happen
upon
some
phenomenon
which
is
so
entirely
different
from
those
which
have
hitherto
fallen
to
his
lot
.
Everywhere
through
the
web
of
sorrow
of
which
our
lives
are
woven
there
may
suddenly
break
a
clear
,
radiant
thread
of
joy
;
even
as
suddenly
along
the
street
of
some
poor
,
poverty-stricken
village
which
,
ordinarily
,
sees
nought
but
a
farm
waggon
there
may
came
bowling
a
gorgeous
coach
with
plated
harness
,
picturesque
horses
,
and
a
glitter
of
glass
,
so
that
the
peasants
stand
gaping
,
and
do
not
resume
their
caps
until
long
after
the
strange
equipage
has
become
lost
to
sight
.
Thus
the
golden-haired
maiden
makes
a
sudden
,
unexpected
appearance
in
our
story
,
and
as
suddenly
,
as
unexpectedly
,
disappears
.
Indeed
,
had
it
not
been
that
the
person
concerned
was
Chichikov
,
and
not
some
youth
of
twenty
summers
--
a
hussar
or
a
student
or
,
in
general
,
a
man
standing
on
the
threshold
of
life
--
what
thoughts
would
not
have
sprung
to
birth
,
and
stirred
and
spoken
,
within
him
;
for
what
a
length
of
time
would
he
not
have
stood
entranced
as
he
stared
into
the
distance
and
forgot
alike
his
journey
,
the
business
still
to
be
done
,
the
possibility
of
incurring
loss
through
lingering
--
himself
,
his
vocation
,
the
world
,
and
everything
else
that
the
world
contains
!
But
in
the
present
case
the
hero
was
a
man
of
middle-age
,
and
of
cautious
and
frigid
temperament
.
True
,
he
pondered
over
the
incident
,
but
in
more
deliberate
fashion
than
a
younger
man
would
have
done
.
That
is
to
say
,
his
reflections
were
not
so
irresponsible
and
unsteady
.
"
She
was
a
comely
damsel
,
"
he
said
to
himself
as
he
opened
his
snuff-box
and
took
a
pinch
.
"
But
the
important
point
is
:
Is
she
also
a
NICE
DAMSEL
?
One
thing
she
has
in
her
favour
--
and
that
is
that
she
appears
only
just
to
have
left
school
,
and
not
to
have
had
time
to
become
womanly
in
the
worser
sense
.
At
present
,
therefore
,
she
is
like
a
child
.
Everything
in
her
is
simple
,
and
she
says
just
what
she
thinks
,
and
laughs
merely
when
she
feels
inclined
.
Such
a
damsel
might
be
made
into
anything
--
or
she
might
be
turned
into
worthless
rubbish
.
The
latter
,
I
surmise
,
for
trudging
after
her
she
will
have
a
fond
mother
and
a
bevy
of
aunts
,
and
so
forth
--
persons
who
,
within
a
year
,
will
have
filled
her
with
womanishness
to
the
point
where
her
own
father
would
n't
know
her
.
And
to
that
there
will
be
added
pride
and
affectation
,
and
she
will
begin
to
observe
established
rules
,
and
to
rack
her
brains
as
to
how
,
and
how
much
,
she
ought
to
talk
,
and
to
whom
,
and
where
,
and
so
forth
.
Every
moment
will
see
her
growing
timorous
and
confused
lest
she
be
saying
too
much
.
Finally
,
she
will
develop
into
a
confirmed
prevaricator
,
and
end
by
marrying
the
devil
knows
whom
!
"
Chichikov
paused
awhile
.
Then
he
went
on
:
"
Yet
I
should
like
to
know
who
she
is
,
and
who
her
father
is
,
and
whether
he
is
a
rich
landowner
of
good
standing
,
or
merely
a
respectable
man
who
has
acquired
a
fortune
in
the
service
of
the
Government
.
Should
he
allow
her
,
on
marriage
,
a
dowry
of
,
say
,
two
hundred
thousand
roubles
,
she
will
be
a
very
nice
catch
indeed
.
She
might
even
,
so
to
speak
,
make
a
man
of
good
breeding
happy
.
"
Indeed
,
so
attractively
did
the
idea
of
the
two
hundred
thousand
roubles
begin
to
dance
before
his
imagination
that
he
felt
a
twinge
of
self-reproach
because
,
during
the
hubbub
,
he
had
not
inquired
of
the
postillion
or
the
coachman
who
the
travellers
might
be
.
But
soon
the
sight
of
Sobakevitch
's
country
house
dissipated
his
thoughts
,
and
forced
him
to
return
to
his
stock
subject
of
reflection
.
Sobakevitch
's
country
house
and
estate
were
of
very
fair
size
,
and
on
each
side
of
the
mansion
were
expanses
of
birch
and
pine
forest
in
two
shades
of
green
.
The
wooden
edifice
itself
had
dark-grey
walls
and
a
red-gabled
roof
,
for
it
was
a
mansion
of
the
kind
which
Russia
builds
for
her
military
settlers
and
for
German
colonists
.
A
noticeable
circumstance
was
the
fact
that
the
taste
of
the
architect
had
differed
from
that
of
the
proprietor
--
the
former
having
manifestly
been
a
pedant
and
desirous
of
symmetry
,
and
the
latter
having
wished
only
for
comfort
.
Consequently
he
(
the
proprietor
)
had
dispensed
with
all
windows
on
one
side
of
the
mansion
,
and
had
caused
to
be
inserted
,
in
their
place
,
only
a
small
aperture
which
,
doubtless
,
was
intended
to
light
an
otherwise
dark
lumber-room
.
Likewise
,
the
architect
's
best
efforts
had
failed
to
cause
the
pediment
to
stand
in
the
centre
of
the
building
,
since
the
proprietor
had
had
one
of
its
four
original
columns
removed
.
Evidently
durability
had
been
considered
throughout
,
for
the
courtyard
was
enclosed
by
a
strong
and
very
high
wooden
fence
,
and
both
the
stables
,
the
coach-house
,
and
the
culinary
premises
were
partially
constructed
of
beams
warranted
to
last
for
centuries
.
Nay
,
even
the
wooden
huts
of
the
peasantry
were
wonderful
in
the
solidity
of
their
construction
,
and
not
a
clay
wall
or
a
carved
pattern
or
other
device
was
to
be
seen
.
Everything
fitted
exactly
into
its
right
place
,
and
even
the
draw-well
of
the
mansion
was
fashioned
of
the
oakwood
usually
thought
suitable
only
for
mills
or
ships
.
In
short
,
wherever
Chichikov
's
eye
turned
he
saw
nothing
that
was
not
free
from
shoddy
make
and
well
and
skilfully
arranged
.
As
he
approached
the
entrance
steps
he
caught
sight
of
two
faces
peering
from
a
window
.
